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No. 855
Every day, Elliot was forced to be to serve the women of the harem at 6:00 A.M. sharp, and he was given one spank with a paddle for every minute he was late. Sometimes, the girls would tease him, for instance by tying him up in his sleep, so that when he awoke with the intent of being ready to serve them, he would have to undo himself from the restraints first. While all of the girls knew what happened, none of them would offer to help him, and he would still be spanked regardless when he managed to free himself and report for his work. He begged and pleaded to be forgiven, but no matter what the extenuating circumstances, he was going to be punished, and all of the girls knew that when he was spanked they were permitted to take a break from their own work and watch him receive his punishment.
He would answer to elle and had to learn the arts of woman. Dancing, reciting poetry, singing, and other things. If permitted to walk he had to put a spring in his step like a dancing girl. He had no privacy. When he pissed he sat like a girl. He was made up like a girl and had to practice talking like one. He felt burning shame but also silently wanted more.
he had to do naked jumping jacks after every piss, in front of the harem girls, to make sure that every drop came out, and he didn't stain his silk harem panties with his dirty urine. His tiny little dick would flop up and down all over the place.
One day, an important and much loved Moroccan businessman passed away, and it was ordered that in order to represent their mourning all girls of the harem would wear a flower in their hair. However, when they tried putting a flower in Elliots hair, it was too short to accommodate the flower. The girls decided that low as he was, even he would be required to show his devotion to the great Moroccan figure, and so they inserted the flower in his urethra. He then had to perform all of his daily duties with a flower stem painfully inserted into his manhood. The girls all commented on how much better it looked, and that at least that tiny little cock of his was now being put to some use.
They loved the look for him so much that they decided his dick was now the harem's smallest and most beautiful flowerpot, it was almost assured that if one of the girls picked a bouqet of flowers from the garden, he would end up wearing one of them in his dick for the rest of the day.
He was given a special rub down the very first night. The cream felt good at first. It was all over his face down to his little feet. It got warmer. Warmer and it made him tingle. Then it started burning. He felt it seep into every pore of his skin. For an hour he was left like this. Then they rinsed him off with freezing ice water. He was washed in the most fruity smelling bath water. From then on nit a single hair grew except for his head.
he was very protective of his European blonde girls, so it was fun to abuse them right in front of his eyes, to show them his helpless impotence. Most grew to hate him, as whenever he was around it invited severe punishment on them for his benefit.
Well the girls look after their own first. It's kind of a survival instinct. Whenever a young new girl arrived, they were the ones who had to introduce her to the life of a harem concubine. It was only a matter of time until the master would expect anal, so to alleviate the stress of the unknown for the new girl, they would demonstrate it for her on Elliot by pegging him.
I think he was used to the humiliation at that point, so the fact that they were using him as a demo dummy wasn't that bad. The thing that upset him the most was that pegging would stimulate his prostate and make him uncomfortably aroused, but they wouldn't let him masturbate while he was getting pegged, because that would be distracting from the lesson they were teaching to the new girl.
Only after it was all done and over did he quietly try to masturbate by himself in the janitor's closet, while washing off the dildo he was pegged with. But being stuck in a musty dark place, smelling your own fecal residue mixed with lube, while trying to rub one out just to alleviate the discomfort of blue balls isn't so much fun. Not to mention at any moment someone could walk in and laugh at him.
What they'd do is rub his tiny penis while wearing gloves. But each time he was about to cum they'd throw a steaming hot towel on his lap. This way he'd learn to associate orgasms with pain and would have problems in the future with cumming. While they did this to them he cried and asked them why. They told him he was a genetic failure and they didn't want him to reproduce.
Once he begged to have a release so they let him masturbate in a hallway while everyone came to watch and throw figs at him. The girl that was standing the closest to him noticed that his testes were pulling close to his shaft and he was about to cum, so she kicked him in the nuts just as he was about to squirt. He was in pain, obviously, but he laughed along… trying to mask the humiliation
One rather buxom girl would use her breasts to tease him. She would curl up against him and let her massive tits press against him. Her blonde lover would punish little elle for taking such liberties by beating him with a slipper on his small nuts. She would have him thank her and ask for more.
So one day while this buxom girl enjoyed a swim he was waiting on her with a fresh towel on hand. He couldn't help but get aroused. Her blonde lover snuck up behind him and grabbed his feeble cock. She dug her manicured nails deep into the shaft to remind him that he would never use that pathetic little Peter on that goddess.
Since Elliot was considered too low to be allowed to eat meat, one of the ways the harem girls allowed him to get sufficient protein was that he was permitted to eat the cum out of their pussies after they have sex (not with Elliot, but of course that goes without saying). I say "permitted', but if any of the cum EVER falls to the floor, Elliot would get his dick whipped with a crop. He was there, insistently and persistently lapping up the sex juices of the girls and absorbing the protein of every single act of pleasure that the girls in the brothel induced in others. This was Elliot's new life in Morocco.
To further show dominance the blonde would suckle her lover's massive books and force him to watch. He held a tray of sex toys they used on each other. She warned him if he got hard or showed any sign of arousal he would pay dearly. The girls gathered around and taunted him mercilessly.
Elle was about to burst watching these two girls fuck like rabbits. He had to watch but he tried to zone out. No luck. The girls watching ran their hands over his hairless body. He wanted to cry like the emasculated cuck that he was born to be. Baths. One of his duties if he was good was to dry them off after they stepped out and if was really good he'd be allowed to beg to wash them. Only their feet. He out his gookness to use and gave them manicures and pedicures.
Like a dog. On all fours. Kinda like that but his balls were hit lest he forgot his place. And usually with the most effeminate scent. Or he was perfumed afterwards.
The worst part of it was when they washed his small dick. They'd rub up and down on it with a firm grip to clean the dirty little thing. He'd get hard and they'd smack his balls for getting aroused. He was always such a naughty little boi.
Big tits and Blondie would have their fun. Big tits used her breasts to wash his back, torturing him with the thought such wonderful mammaries were rubbing, grinding, scrubbing his back but he'll never have access to them like the Master would.
Blondie would hold her pussy mere centimeters from his face. If he flinched, he received and painful slap across the face. Sometimes she'd join in. After sucking on Big Tits a bit, she'd finger Blondie a bit before having him kiss her feet. She'd have fun while he had to serve them all as the lowest of the low slaves.
He was forced to be a eunuch in a Moroccan harem.
All these slave girls made him a sexless slave boy with no chance of fucking them. He watched them make love, he served them like a chambermaid. He was shit on and pissed on. These women had him lick their cum filled pussies clean.
He was frustrated sexually.
He went there 30 times. He was subjected to being many a harem girl's slave in a nonsexual way that they often abused with taunting them with their bodies.
He was forced to be like a woman. At all times he was monitored and could not wank. He saw hundreds of naked women with gorgeous bodies touch each other and clean up after them. He wore nothing and they rarely went any other way. Once he was washing their skimpy outfits by hand. This buxom beauty walked up, snatched a freshly washed garment that revealed rather than concealed her perfect body. Tried it on, asked him how it looked. jiggled and giggled quite a bit and slinked off in the most seductive manner. He was powerless to go after her, rip her flimsy garments off and take her like a man would.
He couldn't even wank. They would punish him with whippings and verbal barbs.
The girls would lather each other up. All he could do after they bathed and fucked was towel them off. He saw their young, supple bodies, with full breasts and hairless pussies and he wanted some. He was just so pathetic that he was considered less than actual eunuchs. His tiny cock amounted to nothing in their eyes.
These girls and more would mock him for his weak body and puny penis.
Once while washing their dishes after breakfast, he was clad in only a lavender apron. They mocked him for doing women's work and paraded their bodies for him to lust after. Then when he became aroused they abused him. He never got release and was punished furhter for being a filthy little boy.
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